i want to taste you again
Allowing himself a small smile at the chaos that inevitably trundles to life in Melita's thoughts - alas, he can't share openly in her humour - Jack straightens up once he's happy with his collection of bones, brushing the sand from the leg of his pants. "Mm, there's somethin' about that shore that monsters do seem to love," he agrees with a wrinkle of his nose. If they could kindly stop it, though, that'd be grand.
As for the Family? He cringes. "You say that, but they might just turn the plants into more of those void things." And what's worse than a carnivorous plant out to chew off your leg? A purple one.
"Mm? I'd say so. I got enough here, I reckon." Giving the bag a shake (it clonks about with the hollow sound of bones), he nods back towards the main islands. "Shall we fuck off outta here?" Between Mel's running-on-water anklet and Jack's mastery over the element, a rowboat hasn't been necessary, and they can flee whenever they like.
As for the Family? He cringes. "You say that, but they might just turn the plants into more of those void things." And what's worse than a carnivorous plant out to chew off your leg? A purple one.
"Mm? I'd say so. I got enough here, I reckon." Giving the bag a shake (it clonks about with the hollow sound of bones), he nods back towards the main islands. "Shall we fuck off outta here?" Between Mel's running-on-water anklet and Jack's mastery over the element, a rowboat hasn't been necessary, and they can flee whenever they like.
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
